Put a straw under baby Your good deed for the day Put a straw under baby Keep the splinters away. Let the corridors echo As the dark places grow Hear superior's footsteps On the landing below. There's a place in the orchard Where no one dare go The last nun who went there Turned into a crow. Turned into a crow-crow Turned into a crow The last nun who went there Turned into a crow. There's a brain in the table There's a heart in the chair And they all live in Jesus It's a family affair.